Mana-chan Dairoku, I Blame You!

Last month, I was drowning in work, and still more than a bit unwell.  There really was no time to convalesce properly since there was more work than our entire department (all six of us ^___^) could shake a stick at.  Obviously, as my breaks consisted of drinking medicine and nose-blowing, I had even less time for the small pleasures of life, such as blogging, or chatting to friends. Or fanfic. *sniff* 

Then a couple of Saturdays ago I got an invite to an anime convention from sixthwinemaiden , which I promptly accepted, my runny nose and rubbery limbs be damned.  We got to seemoehoshi and her lovely sister, plus hvid_noire, unseen also since the TriNoMa infestation.  In between the fangirling, PoT merchandise, and lousy meals -with slightly better cupcakes- served by bishounen and bishoujo in a maid and butler cafe (with a squee-worthy picture to commemorate it), I rekindled my love for Bleach and PoTand Junjou Romantica.  Needless to say, I was in heaven.  Donna was sort of turning into a dull girl, which is never a good idea.  Right now, I am in the process of hunting up my favorite fanfics and stuffing them into my phone (A 4 gigabyte memory card and I'm filling it up with books and fan fiction; my other cellphone is functioning as a shiny black music player.  Go figure.)  All the wonderful fanfic writers of the earth, I heart you!  The Fanfic Friendship Ring of Win, are you hearing this?  Thanks for helping me keep my (in)sanity.

One at a time, I tell myself.  Slow and steady and all that.  Anyone who wants to rec good PoT or Bleach fiction is welcome to comment.  My memory card is only three-tenths full, and I can delete The Silmarillion audiobook from it to bring that down to 3/20, because I am entirely the wrong person to be listening to audiobooks since I'd rather read.  I catalogue the fic using the title and the author's online handle, so I can always give credit where it's due.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 

Minna-san:

You know who you are, those who are always in my thoughts.  I feel sad that it's just sooo hard to keep everything(/one) precious as close to me as I would like.  I hope you understand that work is currently bringing to bear some pressure on me equal to 3.14 million PSI, and that otherwise I would be in your proverbial pockets all the time.  I think that I am going to be at loose ends this weekend, which is something very new, almost alien to me.  I wish I could make clones of myself and send you all one to give you all the rabu-rabu that I haven't had the chance to give you in, like, forever.

I guess times like these you find out who your friends are, because they're the ones who'll forgive you for dropping off the radar, and fill you in on what you missed while you were gone.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

But hey, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.  I absolutely love my job, and I don't mind the investment in time that I have to make to it (at least, no more than occasionally).  I think it's definitely the right place for me.  It just means that I have to make a conscious effort to stay in touch and let people know how important they are to me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 

Sometimes the kira-kira rabu-rabu stuff just doesn't work out, itoshii.  But you'll always have your friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 

To chilibreath :

You honestly would've rocked New Zealand, but we would have missed you too much.  Not to mention the 'rents.  Oh, parental units, how deftly you get in the way of our lives!  But we have to forgive you anyway, since you love us so much.

Okay, People, I Want a Confession and I Want It Now

So I was just reading over my last entry and I thought to myself, who is this drama queen, this emo person, who stepped in and wrote a post on my blog while I was looking the other way?  We should find them and march them out to be shot in Luneta because, seriously.

I used to be fun, you know.  I had fun in my back pocket and it was just there ready to be summoned at a snap of my fingers.  Apparently I lost it sometime between now and that time I started toying with that fic that went up to the concept of AU and gave it a slap upside the head (Or was it the other way around?  In the interest of truth and ii data  I hesitate to definitively say which one was toying with the other.  Break out the Tarot deck, please.) 

Oh, for some crack.  My kingdom for some crack!  I'll throw in a pair of black knee socks (never used), a 1 1/2 inch-keychain of chibi!Kaidoh Kaoru, and a word that means holiday pay and the-woman-is-a-mad-taskmaster-hear-her-roar, all at the same time.